Zakariyya Muhammad

Doomsday Diary

Diary entry 196 I do not think I have slept in days, and I have had an eerie feeling that this may be my last entry. I cannot let my guard down; they are always looking. It has been 3 years since I left home, and I am not returning. I have found a real family since I left, and the good thing is, they are all like me. I know one day someone will find this diary, maybe all covered in mud and torn up, but someone will see. So, I might as well let my side of the story be known.